"Even if he doesn't want to be with me, he will always be one of the best things to ever happen to me."

We weren't just young, we were stupid and reckless.

He was the beginning of every bad decision I made, the enemy of everyone I'd ever loved.

I was a pawn in his game. A prize to be claimed, and a trophy to be flaunted.

Now we're two adults with crooked pasts, trying to straighten out our future.

His heart belongs to his daughter, while mine is too tattered to give away.

Neither of us believe in happily ever after. Not after everything we've been through.

So, why are we desperately trying to chase ours?